when we were youngstersme and little brotherslip out the bedroom windowslide down that guttermade our waythrough the darknessthrough the alleysand the shortcutsclimb that ladderup the water tower

we used to sitand dream them dreamsof how our lives would beas we grew olderdreams of glory and powereverything looked smallerand at the same time tallerstretched on foreverthe view from the tower

big river was rollingseven year flood flowingwinds of war a-blowingicy cold and snowingboys grew into men thenright there and then thenlittle brother headed one wayand I went the other

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little brother dug in deeperas my climb grew steeperwhile he was building him a homeI built a tower of my ownwe used to glimpse one anotheracross the wide rolling riverturn our gaze from each otherpretend we didn't remember

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I went down to the riverfound a note in a bottleread it there by the waterit said "I miss my brother"I went and got my hammertore down my towerbuilt a raft and a ruddersailed across that riverI went and found my brotherhis children and their mothernever more will I wandernever more will I wonder